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Alana's POV

FOUR YEARS LATER

It's just another boring Tuesday. I was already up and dressed quite early, heading out to school. Little Ariella strutted in front of me and I watched her cute legs cover the distance as school wasn't far from my apartment.

A lot had changed in four years. My sister, Amanda, graduated from college yesterday, and it was clearly the best day of her life.

There was a lot to eat and drink and Gerald was already preparing for their marriage since she decided not to get married until she was done. I'm so proud of her, and I cried so much because of it. I'm in my second year now and I have a couple more years left, study cosmetology.

Ryan was low-key against my decision, and he cried and held me by my legs, crawling and begging me not to go since school meant a different city. So we haven't lived together for a year plus and I'm stuck with my annoying daughter.

I love her so much and she looks like me, but she sure acts just like her dad at barely four years old?

“When we get home, please call daddy.”

“Why? But you saw him yesterday.” I was genuinely confused.

“But I wanna see daddy again.”

“It's impossible, but I promise, soon.”

She frowned and kept going. She completely ignored me. Perhaps she was mad.

She clearly considers me the bad parent because all that asshole Ryan did apart from fucking me senseless was spoil her daughter. My whole apartment was probably filled with more Ariella naming than me, and how is that even fair?

Anyway, I was taking her to kindergarten first.

The first week, I'm sure she hated me and she used to cry so much, even on the way home, mad that I left her.

But now, she seemed to be doing fine. Hell, she was eager. She made a lot of friends and I could just tell she'll be such a diva.

We reached kindergarten and she waved at me and blew me a kiss before heading inside. Oh my little miss. That's one thing with kids, they forget how mad you got them quite quickly.

I miss my daughter everyday all day. She became part of my daily routine so bad, I barely remembered life without her.

Yes I'm still famous in this city, but Ryan was so damn crazy, he threatened the whole paparazzi industry to keep his daughters face off the net, so they've been very respectful because nobody wanted to get sued for millions they didn't even have.

School is fair, I'm still bad at making friends but I do have a few I speak with anyway, and I'm hanging on really well.

Our lecturer was teaching us the theory aspect of the business and basically professional practice when it came to handling this field. It was actually my best topic so I was attentive.

When I was done, thinking about the boring day I'm about to have, laying up in bed all day, waiting for my daughter's kindergarten to close so I can pick her up, I saw an unmistakable figure, standing right outside holding flowers.

My husband. His smile was wide, and everyone was low-key staring at him, at us.

Then in front of everyone, the asshole shouted.

“Wifey! Wifey! Over here!” He kept yelling with a smile, acting as if I hadn't seen him already and he was trying to make me notice him. At the end of the day, I knew he just wanted to let everyone know I was just and he was mine. I couldn't even contain my frown for long, I eventually started smiling before running straight into his arms. Damn, he smelled so good.

Then I got over it, pulled away from him and hit him hard on the chest, but he smiled like he was crazy instead of wincing in pain. It didn't stop me from complaining though.

“Everyone was staring at me! Why would you even do that?”

“Didn't you miss me?”

“I saw you yesterday.” I rolled my eyes and shrugged my shoulders like it was nothing, but damn, I missed him like hell. I can't wait to finish up with this degree so I can move in with him and keep fucking him anytime I wanted as a housewife. Sometimes I regretted this degree but it's good to have one though.

“So, should I leave then?” He knows the answer, fucking prick.

“Of course not, but what are you doing here?”

“I came to see my wife and daughter?”

Ariella, my princess. Then I remembered what she told me in the morning.

“She told me to call you later. I'm sure she'll be so happy to see you once she's back.”

“Can't we pick her up early?”

“We could, but I want to spend time with you first.”

“Right, yeah. I have somewhere in mind.”

We got into the car and what welcomed me was a whole bunch of snacks and fruits, especially my favorite chips. During my pregnancy I hated them so much, but I guess it was just a pregnancy thing.

“Woah, what's all of this about?”

“You'll see.”

We finally arrived at the park. I did nothing while he got everything out and we headed inside. He spread a huge duvet he got on the grass and after I sat down, he began to arrange everything accordingly, and now it looked even bigger than what I thought.

“Wow, you really put in the work, straight from the airport.”

He just smiled.

“You know, Ariella will kill us if she finds out.”

“I can leave some for her, it's fine.”

We finally settled down and began to devour everything he brought, and we were gisting and gossiping about anything we could remember. Damn this is us, really. This is my life now. I've never been more fulfilled.

After our meal, I made out with my husband in public for the first time since forever since we were always doing nasty quickies. I guess now I was going to get pounded and pinned since he was staying for the weekend.

I suggested leaving early and having a couple of rounds before it was time to pick up Ariella, and he shamelessly agreed.

When we got into the apartment, right from the door, our clothes were off and we hit the bed together. This man fucked me like he wanted me pregnant
again, it was really evident.

He better not give me another baby for now or I'll kill him.

THE END